Today I put a sweater over the T-shirt stained with kimchi from the snack I scarfed down after furiously answering emails I was behind on, to go pick up my daughter from aftercare and managed to will myself to stop at Fresh Market on the way home. We needed fruit. We needed milk. I needed to feel like I was doing at least one thing right today. And in Fresh Market fashion, the automatic doors at the entrance open directly into the flower section, hitting you with the aesthetic right from the beginning. Lydia’s eyes lit up and she pranced around ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the pretty colors and endless…